Warm only with you-Fluff/One Shot
**Just a little thing I wrote when my power went out during the ice storm. I was in a pretty good mood so I felt writing somthing happy as opposed to writing Brian angst like I normally do. I hope you like it.**
Pairing:Brian/?
Rating:PG-For mild language, and slight slash
Fluff One Shot Drabble
Brian, startled, woke up in the early morning, feeling another body laying against him in his own bed.
The warmth of the other person kept him from freezing in his house, after the heat shut off several hours earlier, in the result of a bad ice storm.
He could feel the steady rythm of the persons breathing as they slept, curled up next to him, cuddling with him like a small animal.
Unsure of who it was, Brian tried to shift his body to the other side, wanting to see who was in his bed.
He carefully rolled from his right side to his left, squinting in the dark to catch a glimpse of a face.
He didnt want to wake the person up, so he wrapped his strong, tattooed arms around the slender waist and burried his nose in dark, soft hair.
The body in his arms sturred slightly, but moved in closer to snuggle the larger man.
Brians chest was pressed up against the persons thin back, and his face was buried in the crook of their long neck.
He smelled the sweet, soft skin and breathed in the familier scent.
He knew the scent.
He loved it. He always had.
He could recognize it anywhere.
It made him think of when he was younger.
It brought back so many happy memories.
He didnt want it to go away.
He didnt want to forget it.
He wanted to breath in that smell forever.
It was so...so...innocent. And warm.
It made his heart beat faster.
He smiled happily and loveingly kissed the neck of his friend.
He knew who it was.
He just didnt want to ruin the moment by asking them what they were doing in his house.
He actually already knew why.
It wasnt a secret.
It had happened twice before.
But he didnt mind at all.
He loved it.
It kept him from feeling alone and unloved.
He knew he would never be alone.
And he knew he would always be loved.
The man in his bed made sure of that.
Brian felt the thinner man shiver slightly, and he wrapped his arms tighter around the smaller frame.
He squeezed the slender waist, not too hard, but just enough to keep the skinnier man warm.
Brians face nuzzled deeper into the dark, sweet smelling hair, as he thought more and more about the feelings he felt that were running through his entire body, warming him up completely from head to feet.
He thought deeply about what it would be like to have this person in his bed every night.
To share his house with him.
To share his life with this man.
He blushed lightly, and bit his quivering lip.
The idea scared him. But in an extremely good way.
It scared him because he knew it was possible.
He knew it could very likely happen in the near future.
He knew it was what he wanted.
The body against his stirred suddenly, and streched, yawning loudly, letting Brian know the man was finally awake.
"Whats the deal with your house always being so fucking freezing? Im just so lucky my nuts havent shrivled up like little raisens yet. Its a good thing your bed is always so damn warm..."
Brian chuckled lightly, and jokingly rolled his brown eyes.
"Whats the matter, babe? You dont like the 'scawy stworm'? You need big, strong, totally fucking sexy Brian to keep you safe? Again? Wow. I must be really good in bed..."
The thinner man giggled, and turned around to face Brian, his eyes sparkling and face glowing happily.
"Dont flatter yourself, Bri. Ive only seen you naked twice, and believe me, I wasnt all that impressed." The lanky man winked a gray-blue eye, and grinned widely.
Brian smirked,"Well, thats because you didnt get a really good look at Little Syn. If I took him out right now and showed you him, you would totally be floored."
The skinnier man laughed loudly.
"Oh, is that so? Well, in that case, you will have to re-introduce us later so I can get a better glimpse of him.
Brian winked one of his chocolate colored eyes flirtatiously.
"That can be arranged."
Both men chuckled, than Brian grinned widely.
"So, what happened? Did you get freaked out being alone again, drove over to my house in the snow and ice, found my spare key, and snuck into my bed while I was sleeping?"
The blue eyed man thought about it for a second.
"Hmm...Uh...Umm...Yeah. Yep. Thats like exactly what happened. It was getting really intense at my house. It was so fucked up. I heard like thirty trees fall down in my backyard. There was no way I was going to stay there, waiting for my fucking house to be destroyed. No fucking way. I hate storms. Ice, snow, rain, what-fucking-ever. I hate them all. You know I do, Brian. You should have fucking been expecting me. Or at least left your goddamn door open. I almost fucking died out there trying to get it open. I dodged like so many tree branches flying around. It was fucking brutal."
He curled up closer to Brian, shivering slightly, recalling his bad experience.
Brian laughed, his eyes shining, as he wrapped his colorful and muscular arms lovingly around his friend, making sure the other was comfortable.
He kissed the top of the taller mans head gently, loving how their bodies just molded together, fitting so snuggly, like a perfect puzzle.
He felt the thinner man yawn, and slowly begin to drift back to sleep, being lulled by the steady rythm of Brians heart beating in his strong, shirtless chest.
Brian smiled happily, resting his cheek against the mans forehead, and softly whispered into his ear.
"Go back to sleep, beautiful. I'll protect you. Dont worry about a goddamn thing."
The man in his arms breathed steadily, eyes closed, eye lids heavy with sweet sleep, but his lips curved up in a sated smile.
He muffled sleepily against Brians chest.
"Brian?"
"Yeah?"
"Love you."
Brians heart skipped several beats, and his face glowed with deep adoration for the slightly older man.
He sighed, content and happy, before kissing his best friend one last kiss on the forhead.
"Thank you, baby. Im gonna take good care of you, okay? Now sleep. I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, my angel."
He stroked the dark hair of the sleeping man with his long, slender fingers feeling himself being claimed by sweet sleep, listening to the soft breathing against his chest.
His chocolate eyes finally gave up to sleep, and his heavy eyelids slipped shut with ease.
He breathed the words on his tounge before his body completely shut down.
The whisper floated around the room once before totally dissapating into the night air.
"Oh, and Jimmy? I love too."
The End